“I hate hospitals and if I can avoid them, I’m good. Don’t you have like a local doctor or something I could follow up with?” she asked.

  “She could go see Doc Shelton,” Prime said.

  “Fine. You and your brother bring her to Doc Shelton. I’ll come by to follow up with questions, and for Isabella to sign the paperwork for assault charges,” the Sheriff said.

  “Assault charges against me? I was defending myself, and my friend. He had a knife and—”

  The Sheriff raised his hand up for her to stop talking. “Assault charges against him. Not you,” he said very seriously.

  “Oh, well, in that case, fine,” she said but then she looked at Prime and Finlin. So this was brother number four? Jesus, she was going to get herself in deep. She could feel it, and that damn attraction, to these men.

  She turned to walk and Prime slid his arm around her waist. “I need to move my car, but my brother is trustworthy like I am, and he isn’t leaving your side. Stick with him, and I’ll meet you right across the way at Doc Shelton’s office,” Prime said and then kissed her cheek. She almost leaned into him, but reminded herself that she didn’t want anything serious or a commitment or anything complicated like a ménage. God help me.

  Finlin was by her side, and placed his arm around her waist. “You’re pretty tough for a petite thing.”

  She glanced up at him. “I can walk without assistance,” she snapped at him.

  “Maybe I just want to keep you close, inhale that enticing perfume my brothers all talk about,” he said to her.

  She felt her cheeks warm and she looked up at him. “Oh really? I’m like this week’s special?” she said.

  He chuckled. “Damn, you do have a wicked little temper.”

  Her jaw dropped and she turned to look way up at him.

  “I don’t need an escort.”

  “Well, you got one. Now come on,” he said and they stepped onto the sidewalk. Of course people were asking if she was okay, and what happened. The town would be talking about this for quite some time.

  Before she reached the doctor’s office Prime was there as well as Jake and Eddie. “Isabella, what the hell happened? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Jake.”

  “What happened? Should we call Kever? He’ll be worried,” Eddie asked.

  She could see that the mention of their son, Kever, bothered Prime and Finlin. Maybe she could pretend something was going on between her and Kever to get these men to give her space. “I’ll call him later.” Jake and Eddie both squinted. “I’ll be just fine. They just want the doctor to check the cut,” she said.

  Eddie and Jake started asking Prime what happened as Finlin walked her into the doctor’s office. The doctor was right there. “Bring her this way. Any other injuries? We heard what happened. Everyone is talking about your moves,” the doctor said to her and then introduced himself as she went to sit on the examining table. “Why don’t you lie down,” he said and Prime and Finlin were in the room. Finlin was behind her and Prime on the opposite side of the doctor’s side.

  “Let’s see what we have here.” He lifted her top and then wiped away the blood.

  When Prime caressed her hair, she jerked and it didn’t go unnoticed. “Still a little on edge, I bet. You saved your friend’s life.”

  “Does anyone know how Candice is? How bad the cut was?” she asked.

  “She’ll need stitches. It was very deep and along her hip,” Prime said to her.

  “Damn,” she whispered.

  “The bleeding isn’t stopping, Isabella. I think you need a few stitches,” Doc Shelton said.

  “Are you sure? Maybe if we wait a little bit.”

  “He said you need stitches. Now are you a doctor?” Finlin reprimanded her.

  She gulped. “No.”

  “Then do as he says and then we’ll bring you home to rest.”

  “I have plans later and this is nothing.”

  “Five stitches, maybe. Let me get a local to numb the area,” Doc Shelton said.

  She gave the evil eye to Finlin, but he looked at her body with interest and of course her anger lessened. She lay there as the doctor gave her a local and prepared her for stitches. She didn’t wince or blink, but held Finlin’s gaze. He placed his hand on her thigh and she had to remain still as the doctor did the stitches.

  Finlin couldn’t take his eyes off of Isabella. The woman had one hell of a body, super tight abs, big full breasts and by the way he saw her defend herself in the street against that knife-wielding asshole, he’d say she was pretty well trained. She definitely wanted to avoid the hospital and Prime picked up on that, too. Seemed maybe the woman his brothers were interested in had some things she was hiding. She lay on the table perfectly still as Doc Shelton stitched her up and his brother held her hand and wrist that she laid up above her head and out of the way.

  “You’re doing fantastic, Isabella. I’m going to do my best to ensure there’s no scarring on your skin, but that might take some extra work. Vitamin E and some other things.”

  “It’s okay, I’m just relieved that Candice is all right. She was having some problems with that guy. I was telling her that she needed to talk to the police. From what she told me, I think he had been stalking her before they even went out on a date. She thought he was a nice guy, and just like that he changed. Crazy how he showed up and attacked like that.”

  “She’s lucky you were there to help,” Doc Shelton said.

  “You were both lucky that you know enough self-defense moves that you bought yourself time.”

  “Time for what, Prime? He was down on the ground by the time the police got there.”

  “He could have taken both of you or hurt you worse.”

  “I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

  “Why not wait and call 911?” Prime said.

  “Yeah, that only works in the movies, not in real life. He attacked, punched her, cut her and was going to force her to his truck. I had no choice but to help before it was too late. So calling 911 wasn’t an option for me, but it should have been for the numerous people standing around.”

  “They did call. You moved into action quickly and had the situation under control just as fast as it started,” Finlin said.

  “Where did you learn how to fight like that, and disarm a person?” Prime asked.

  “Just regular self-defense moves, Prime,” she said and looked down at the doctor’s work.

  Finlin gave his brother Prime a look and Prime nodded, indicating he didn’t buy her story.

  “There you go,” Doc Shelton said and Finlin saw the work, the stitches against her beautiful perfect skin.

  “I’ll grab the information about taking care of the stitches, keeping everything clean and about the types of ointment to use. If you apply it often and daily you shouldn’t get a scar. Those stitches will dissolve on their own. I’ll give you a bunch of these gauze pads and tape. Make sure it’s covered when you shower. You can cut out a plastic bag and then tape that to your skin, covering the stitches.”

  “Okay. I can handle that,” she said to him. Doc Shelton smiled, and patted her thigh. “Thank you, sir,” she added.

  “No problem. Glad that you and Candice are okay.” The doctor gave the men a nod and then he walked out of the room.

  Isabella went to sit up and both Finlin and Prime helped her. “I’m okay,” she said and then winced a little. The woman had perfect abs. They were completely defined, and the pants she wore were a little loose on her hips.

  As soon as she sat up straight she closed her eyes. “Easy, baby,” Prime said and cupped her cheek. When she blinked her eyes open, his brother looked so firm and serious. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. When he released her lips, she looked shocked.

  “You scared the hell out of me.” He released her cheeks. The door opened and Finlin was shocked to see Colt and Wesson there. Colt was wearing his coach’s jacket and hat. Wesson was wearing just a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

  “Are you okay?” Wesson asked and Finlin stepped out of the way.

  “I’m fine,” she said and went to lower her top but then Wesson and Colt stopped her.

  “Jesus, you needed stitches? What the fuck happened?” Wesson demanded to know as Colt caressed her thigh.

  “I’m fine. Please, stop making a big deal about this. Colt, what are you doing here? You have a game to get ready for.”

  “I have hours before the game. Plenty of time. I heard about you getting hurt, about you saving Candice from some stalker. Jesus, Wesson and I were so worried. Especially since that other woman just was assaulted and attacked in Central Valley last week,” he said.

  She nodded. “I told you guys I can take care of myself.”

  “You shouldn’t have to,” Colt said firmly. Finlin had never seen his brothers so concerned and so fired up like this.

  Doc Shelton came back into the room with a bag, instructions and some extra supplies of bandages and tape. “Well, looks like you’ll have plenty of help getting home. Any problems, just come on back over or call me,” he said to her.

  “Thank you,” she said and the guys shook Doc Shelton’s hand before he left the room.

  When Isabella eased off the table Wesson held on to her hips then cupped her cheek. “You scared me,” he said to her and then kissed her. She appeared shocked, but as he released her lips Finlin saw the tears in her eyes.

  “I’ll be okay. You guys get back to what you need to do,” she said and fixed her top with Wesson’s help.

  “I have to head back to work, but I’ll come by and stay with you at your place in case you need anything,” Prime said to her.

  “I’m going to the football game.”

  “Like that? After what you just went through?” Colt asked her.

  “I’m fine. You can see that for yourself. What am I going to do? Sit home and constantly think about what happened? Candice is safe. That jerk Simon is behind bars, and I’m fine, too. I’m going to change, get freshened up and then see if Jake or Eddie can drive me to the hospital to see Candice.”

  “I’ll drive you,” Finlin said. “Wesson will come with us,” he added.

  “Good, then we’ll meet up at her place before the game and go there together,” Prime said and then motioned for them to all walk out together.

  Colt stopped her. He caressed her cheek as he looked down into her eyes. “You could have gotten killed, or hurt worse, or even taken.” He shook his head. He gripped her chin and lowered his mouth to hers. Finlin watched as she held on to Colt’s sides and reciprocated the kiss. Colt held her gaze. “I’ll see you at the game, sweetie.”

  Isabella felt the tears in her eyes. She was shaking as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror with her top off. She looked at the bandage over her ribs right under her breast line. She reached back. The ache stung slightly but she wanted to shower and change.

  She heard the knock on the door. “You okay?” Finlin asked her.

  Her voice cracked as she responded. She was feeling way too much for the four brothers. Never in her life had she felt so emotional, so connected. She thought about how she had sex with Prime. Now she was thinking about what it might feel like to be shared by the four brothers. Would they keep her close? Could they learn to love her? She felt like love was imaginary, and not really a true emotion. That relationships were based on give and take, and some just fell into sync and remained that way for life, or at least for a long time. Others came and went. People drifted apart.

  She didn’t even know if she was capable of a commitment. She would always have this fear of being hurt, being lied to, manipulated and used. Her father’s fault, because he never really loved them. She and Caroline thought he loved their mother because he cried so much when she died, and then he changed. He became bitter, and treated them differently. Well, he treated her differently, yet sold them both as part of a business deal. Why?

  The tears rolled down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes tight and then gasped when she felt the large, warm hands on her hips. “You’re okay. You’re safe,” Wesson said, as Finlin stood in the doorway. She held on to the counter as Wesson caressed his palms along her sides and her belly. She felt his warm breath against her bare back and neck, then his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said and then suckled a little harder on a sensitive spot on her neck. Her lips parted and then she felt his palm run up her back and under her bra strap, then he reached back and released the clasp. She moved her hands and let the bra fall. She heard their intakes of breath and then Wesson pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her.

  It was wild, but she felt connected to them, like she was desperate to feel all they could give. To feel their hands upon her, comforting her and making her feel safe. She was so independent though. She feared what might come of this.

  Then Finlin pressed up against her back. He slid his palms along her hips and then down over her pussy. Her pants were loose, she had the first button undone. He eased fingers under the thin material of her thong panties and rocked his hips against her ass. He was big, and his cock felt big, too. She moaned into Wesson’s mouth, then Wesson released her lips and started to move lower to her chest and breast. As he suckled on her oversensitive nipple, Finlin cupped her jaw and turned her to toward him. Their gazes locked.

  “I don’t know where the hell you came from, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to not take this chance, too,” he said, as if he were risking something. What could a man his size, with his military capabilities, be risking?

  Wesson was suckling her breast hard as he pushed her pants and her panties down and off of her. In a flash he lifted her one thigh over his shoulder then plunged his tongue into her cunt. She pulled her mouth from Finlin’s. “Oh God! Oh, Wesson.”

  “You feel it? You want us?” Finlin asked and cupped her breast. He made sure not to hit her bandage as she moaned and rocked her hips and he had to hold her so she wouldn’t fall.

  Wesson used his tongue to manipulate her pussy and asshole. “Oh God, please. Please, Wesson.”

  Wesson pulled his mouth from her cunt and thrust fingers up into her. She looked down at him.

  “Your body is fucking incredible, and it knows. You’re wet and ready for us. You want this? You want to belong to the Jameson brothers?” he said and she panted.

  “Oh God, this is too much. I feel too much.”

  “No, never too much.” Finlin lifted her up into his arms. She straddled his waist as he turned and headed to her bedroom. She kissed his neck, suckled against the scruff along his skin. He felt so big, hard and masculine. She was so aroused and needy for more.

  “Condoms?” he asked her.

  “No,” she said.

  He lowered her down to the bed. He kept a possessive hand on her chest and belly. “No turning back. No denying this happened,” he said and started to pull off his shirt, then undid his pants and undressed. With every ounce of clothing removed, more muscles and tattoos were exposed to her. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

  Then Wesson stood there next to his brother. Their blue eyes identical, their expressions of hunger intimidating. “No turning back,” Wesson said and he lowered down to the side of her as he took her arm and wrist, kissed along the tattoo and then pressed it above her head. She tightened up as Finlin massaged his large palms up her thighs and his focus went to her sopping wet cunt. She tilted her hips upward as Wesson lowered his mouth to her breast. Finlin licked her pussy, back and forth he ate her cream, plunged his tongue in and out of her pussy and licked along her asshole.

  She was panting now, needing him inside of her. “Do it, Finlin. I need it,” she said to him.

  He stroked a finger up into her cunt. She gasped and held his gaze. “One thing you’ll learn real fast is that we’re in charge in the bedroom.” He lifted her one thigh higher against his hip and thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. She was moaning from feeling every stroke, and needing more from him.

  “Oh please. Please,” she said and then she felt him press a finger to her asshole. In this position with her legs wide, one up against his thick, hard hip, with fingers in both holes, she couldn’t take it and she came. Came so hard she lost her breath.

  “Holy fuck,” Finlin said and pulled his fingers from her pussy and asshole and pressed closer. She felt the tip of his cock, the hard suckle on her breast from Wesson and then Finlin shoved into her pussy balls deep. It took her breath away as she cried out and came again. He was relentless with his strokes, with his possessive hold on her. Finlin was wild, and so big she almost worried he could break her. She was doing this. She was getting herself involved in a ménage relationship with four fierce men.

  “So fucking perfect. God damn, baby, touch me. Come on now,” Finlin ordered and Wesson released her arm and she reached up and touched Finlin’s chest. He lowered over her, still keeping her one thigh up against him so she was wide open and he could penetrate her fully. It was wild and she tried to counterthrust but he was so big and forceful with his thrusts.

  “Look at her beautiful breasts. Holy shit, baby, you are built for my brothers and me. God damn, I want to lick and suckle every part of you,” Wesson said to her and eased his palm along her tight abs and then up to her breast to cup it.

  “There. I’m there,” Finlin said and his face contorted and she pinched his nipples as he came with a roar. He lowered over her completely and kissed her deeply. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and ravaged her. She could hardly kiss him back, he was so wild, and obviously felt what she felt. She gripped his hair and head as he lifted up and they locked gazes. “You belong to me now, and my brothers. One by one we’ll claim you, and then we’ll claim you together,” he said with promise as he maneuvered his palm under her ass cheek and stroked a finger against her asshole.

  Finlin lifted up, trailed his finger along her breast and then over her pussy. “You let go with Wesson, too. We won’t hurt you, Isabella. Understand me? You let go.”